This is a short little drabble between Jon and an original character named Dhana. I might continue little ones like this if I get a good response from it. Reviews are welcome. And this story is out of order...

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Dhana's giggles could be heard throughout the barn. No matter how much Jon tried to hush her, the laughter could not be stopped. Cuddled up on a bundle of hay, Jon watched as Dhana laughed from giddiness. When she quieted down and snuggled into his bare chest, Jon smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You're so loud" He whispered to her and pulled the blanket over them more. Dhana shivered and brushed her lips over his cool shoulder, instantly warming it.

"Not very loud. They would've found us if I was too loud" She corrected. Dhana lay on his chest and stared up at him from behind the shield of her hair that fell to her face.

"I can't see you" I said and brushed her hair from her face. His hand slid to her cheek and his thumb ran over her lips. The lips he was feverishly kissing not too long ago. "This...this is wrong" He said sadly and removed his hand from her cheek. Dhana frowned causing a wrinkle to plague her pretty forehead.

"What's wrong?" She asked and reached for his calloused hands and placed kisses on each fingertip. He shook his head and stared sadly into the dark eyes of his lover. "Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect" She assured.

"You're the niece of the king of the north. You're here to help bring peace. I'm the bastard child of a lord. And I'm to defend the wall that separates our people. How did this ever happen?" He asked and looked around to the barn. It was a wonderful question that didn't have a known answer. Silence fell along with the snow outside. Gentle, stray flakes swept into the barn from the window and chilled Jon to the core. Dhana, used to weather worse than this, only wrapped her arms around him tighter and snuggled harder.

"I don't know. I don't know how this happened but I'm glad it did. I have no idea how I functioned before without you" She said as she looked up to his eyes. Jon rolled his eyes and looked down to the scratchy hay they lay on. "Look at me, Jon. Look" She demanded. His gaze fell back to her and stayed. Her dark eyes mesmerized him, just like the first time they met. "To them out there you may be...a bastard, an idiot what have you but here," She grabbed his hand and placed it on her browned chest. "Here you are a lord" She assured him. He snickered, leaned back on his makeshift pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Cobwebs swung in the breeze and kept him occupied so he wouldn't get pulled into Dhana's stare. "You are a strong beautiful lord" She went on then grabbed his chin and turned his face to hers. Her finger tips brushed his chin stubble making her giggle. "Jon Snow, you are a lord" said Dhana before pulling him into a light kiss. "A king" She added. Another kiss. "My king" She finished then kissed him passionately. The warmth from the two bodies shooed away the freezing air and created a glow around them.

After the quick embrace Jon smiled and kissed her brow. Dhana's fingers danced across his chest as their eyes stayed locked. "I love you" Jon said in a hushed tone. They said those words to each other only twice before. This time something was different.

"I love you" She repeated then laid her face on his chest. It made an ache in his chest when she gave her response. It felt as if a hole that'd been growing had just plummeted 10 feet deeper and wouldn't stop dropping.

"This all makes tomorrow so much harder, don't you-"

"No. No. No. Please don't speak of tomorrow" She said as she held a finger over his lips. Dhana sat at his bare waist and pressed close to him. "If you do it comes too soon. I don't want to leave. I can't" She rushed. Jon brushed her cheek then led his hand down gently to her arm then thigh. She shivered but welcomed the feeling.

"Sh, it's alright. We'll talk about now, okay?" He assured. She nodded and laid her head in the nape of his neck. Dhana was right though. Both of them knew it. If they talked about the dawn, then dawn would come swiftly. And with dawn came her departure from Winterfell. Something neither of them wanted. For outside of these walls she was Northern royalty and he the bastard son of Lord Stark. In here they were safe. In the barn they could be the king and his lover. The king and his bride. Through the night they whispered, giggled, and shared secrets. They tried to push the time back, make the dawn wait until forever was over had looped right back around. Fate wasn't on their side. The morning came and with it, their two separate futures. Dhana to be married off and Jon to the wall. In those last seconds as their fingertips brushed, a signal was sent between them.

They were soul mates even if they couldn't be with each other physically. Nothing could break them apart.